When the spring flowers bloom through the king of nets, the narcissus blooms

The Buddha said: Looking back five hundred times in the previous life, you can exchange for passing by in this life.

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Huamuyou finished organizing the company's affairs, explained the changes in the itinerary for the next few days with the secretary next to him, took his bag and hurried downstairs, thinking about his sister who was still recovering at home, the elevator just opened, Huamuyou did not Notice that someone in front of you bumped into it.

"It hurts, I'm sorry." Hua Muyou's nose hurt a little, he apologized first, before he could raise his head to see who was bumped by him, he was pulled into a hug.

"I'm really sorry, I was too anxious to come out, did it hurt?" With a gentle voice, Hanagi Yu thought, but it's embarrassing to be hugged by a stranger in your company like this!Hua Muyou broke free from the other party's embrace, looked up at the somewhat familiar face in front of him, and pondered for a long time.

"Ichikawa Takuha." Blunting out the other party's name, Ichikawa Takuwa was obviously stunned for a moment, then, with a bright smile and crooked eyes, he looked at Yu Hanagi who was not only shy but blushing in front of him, and gave a gentleman's salute , lowered his head, held Hanaki Yu's right hand and kissed it lightly, in fact, it was just taking advantage!

"We met again, Ms. Hanakiyu, we are really destined." With a cheerful appearance, but a teasing tone, Hanakiyu frowned slightly at Ichikawa Takuha, she had a slight liking for this Ichikawa Takuha , but she doesn't like frivolous men, especially good-looking and flirtatious guys.

"Ape dung~ Hehe, it's true, I have something to do, let's talk next time." Hua Muyou stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the outside door.

"Miss Hua, I don't like to see me, it's really sad." Ichikawa Takuyu lowered his eyelids, with a mocking smile that only he knew, the woman in front of him was very powerful, just like his father said In other words, there are indeed great advantages to marrying her.

"I really don't like it very much." Huamuyu's character is like this, good and evil are distinct, if you like it, you like it, if you don't like it, you don't like it, so why lie.

"Is that so, then I'm really self-indulgent, and I came here specifically to find Miss Hana," Ichikawa Takuwa was still talking alone, but when he looked up, he found that Yu Hanagi had already disappeared in front of his eyes, and everyone around him looked at him and whispered, The smile was full of sarcasm, "Heh, Yu Hanagi, it's interesting."

After returning home, Hanagi Yu carried the ingredients bought from the supermarket, intending to make a good meal to reward his sister at home, and walked into the kitchen, Hanagi Yu put down the ingredients and walked around to Hua Mujin’s room, looking at the sleeping Hua Mujin, Hua Mu You sat on the head of the bed and touched Hua Mujin's cheek with one hand, helped her cover the quilt, got up and took the door to the kitchen, looking at the menu in his hand, Hua Muyou was tossing around in a hurry, the clanging kitchen was extremely lively, Finally, after wasting countless ingredients and brain cells, Hua Muyou finally made the ideal food, put them on the table one by one, looked up at the owl alarm clock, it was already late, she hurriedly took off the apron, Come to Hua Mujin's room and gently shake Hua Mujin in her sleep.

"Little pig, don't sleep, it's time to get up and eat." Hua Muyou Xiaoli pinched Hua Mujin's nose and called out.

"En ~ Feng, let me sleep a little longer." Hua Mujin dimly heard the nickname that her friends in her previous life often called her, and thought it was her.

"Little lazy pig, it's time to eat." Hua Muyou let go of his hand, wondering for a while, the words his sister said, but it was too vague, so he didn't hear clearly, patted his head, what were he thinking, he should be called sister now time to eat.

The day passed quickly, Hua Mujin stretched out on the bed, picked up the phone and saw the text message, and immediately replied with a smile on her face.

Toyama Hitomi: Go somewhere with me, Hibiscus.

Hua Hibiscus: Where are you going?

Hitomi Toyama: Youth Academy.

Hua Hibiscus: Qingxue?OK

Toyama Hitomi: See you at the old place.

Flower Hibiscus: Yes.

Closing the phone, Hua Mujin tilted her neck, wondering why Hitomi was going to Qingxue, got up and picked up her coat.

"Sister, I'm going out today." Hua Mujin looked at Hua Muyou who was finishing work on the computer with a quick bread in her mouth. Sitting beside Hanagiyu with her neck stretched.

"I'm joking about your sister, go out quickly, remember to go home early." Hua Muyou supported the plain mirror on his face for radiation protection, turned his head and tapped Hua Mujin's forehead, and instructed.

"I obey! My lord." As he said, Hua Mujin got up and opened the door, smiling brightly like the sun hanging outside. Once upon a time, I also thought that I could be so close to my fellow brothers, but the original me, in such a Environment, it is impossible to do it no matter what, maybe I have cultivated a great blessing in a certain life, and I can have such happiness in this life.

The author has something to say: This chapter is relatively short~ Crow plans to write a side story in the next chapter~ Does anyone want to come and guess who it is?

☆, extra one

Today is the traditional Chinese festival—Ching Ming Festival. It is said that "the rain falls during the Qing Ming Festival, and the passers-by on the road want to die." Now, how many people are looking forward to the true meaning of the Qing Ming Festival?It’s probably just for the holidays, so I remember it. Looking at the crowds at the crossroads, I stare for a moment before turning to the cake shop on the corner. Today is Qingming Festival, a day to pay homage to ancestors, and it’s also my No.20 birthday. This year’s Qingming is really cold. I remember that year, I’m already wearing short sleeves now, I’m walking down the tree-lined path with a cake in my hand, my memory goes back to that year, the last birthday with her, it’s really ironic Well, today is also her death day.

Since I was sensible, I didn’t have any specific concepts about the two of my father. I just felt that a family is composed of my mother and myself. I once asked, “Who is my father? Why don’t I have a father”, but gradually I I also forgot, anyway, as long as I have my mother, my mother will always be with me, this thought, until I lost her, I still stubbornly believed, such a beautiful and simple dream, but so fragile .

That day, it must have been raining too. It was just such a turning around, just the moment I closed the door, but I was forever separated from her. If I had known, I would definitely not ask for a cake. It was just a dessert. It obviously didn’t make any sense. No need, if I could hold her hand sensibly that day, maybe my future would not be like this. For death, I can't fully understand it at the age of six. Has she gone far away? ?Then I'll just stay at home and wait for her to come back.

"Hey~ Auntie, I want to go home. If my mother can't see me when she comes back, she will be anxious, but she will cry without me~"

Stubbornly waiting at home, ignoring other people, but, why, why I waited for so long, my mother didn't show up, she loves herself the most, mother, I'm hungry, why don't you come back.

Time disappeared unknowingly, so the young self was wearing a white linen clothes and led the aunt's hand through the small roads. When I arrived at the land of small houses, I found a small house on the stone in front Post a picture of her.

"Auntie, why is Mom's photo posted here?"

"Because in the future, mother will live in it."

"No! I don't want my mother to live in it! It's so narrow, my mother will feel uncomfortable, and my mother is afraid of the dark!"

There were many people standing in front of my mother's little house that day, but I didn't see the end, I didn't see her living in that little house, that man appeared, regardless of my crying, forced me to wait for that terrible In the big house, the man said that he was his father, no, I don’t have a father, and cried to find my mother, but the price in exchange was being locked in the house. I was so weak and sad when I was a child. After a few nights of hunger strike, no one bothered, and finally escaped, but couldn’t find home according to the path of memory. On the night when he was arrested for the first time, the man took him to his mother’s grave, and killed him in front of his own face. My mother's graveyard was destroyed, and the urn was taken out, and the ashes were scattered on the ground by him. In the air, some of them probably floated far away. At that time, I didn't understand why my mother turned into ashes. But that is my mother, kneeling on the ground like this, suppressing the cry and putting the ashes that I could do into the box back into the box. The gray ashes mixed with brown soil looked so dazzling. I looked at that man with an expression, now that I think about it, I should have hated him at that time, he looked at me with an expression and walked away without looking back, but I just hugged the urn tightly and put her back Back in the little house, this is where she and I met for the first time. After finishing the mother's tomb, she appeared, wearing a pink dress, with a glaring scar on her arm. She said nothing. Hold me, and I let her hold me. They are two strangers who have never met before, but at that moment they seem to be the same person.

In the cold rain, in the cold embrace, the two little people obviously couldn't even warm themselves, but they tried to warm others. The two little people held hands in a desolate cemetery, and walked slowly towards the terrible tragedy in the future. middle.

"My name is Miaomeng."

"My name is Qiyang."

Maybe everything is doomed. The encounter between me and her is just one of God’s countless scripts, and God just accidentally added the two of us into the sad script. Maybe God also wanted to watch some tearjerkers that day. That's right, so, we in the world began to draw the curtain, and staged this drama step by step.

She once said jokingly that her and I's names are probably: We are small and we are generally praying, begging for a dream that cannot be realized.

The author has something to say: It happened to be the Ching Ming Festival, and thinking of the deceased, Crow suddenly wanted to write about Xiaojin’s life experience. The sadness is not sad, but seems flat.